I breathe a sigh of relief when Sir relaxes and commands me to pleasure him. I happily slither down his body to lick the length of his cock. I enjoy watching it grow longer, get harder under my ministrations. I swirl my tongue around the head and am mesmerized by the pearly drop of pre-cum that oozes from the tip. Quickly, my tongue darts out to lap it up. With a growl Sir pulls me on top of him and I am eager to feel him inside me.

I raise myself up and guide his cock into my cunt, I smile as I watch his face, hoping he is pleasantly surprised by what I can do. Kegel exercises have been a big part of my daily ritual ever since I read an article on ancient Eastern Indian sexual techniques. I make a tight ring with my pelvic muscles and as I sit quietly but firmly on his cock, I make the tight ring slide slowly up and then down his cock. After a few moments of this, I begin to lift my hips up as I 'suck' him with my muscles. As I sit back down, I 'push' him with them, making the sensations more intense for both of us.

I slowly gain speed over a matter of time, synchronizing my pelvic muscles with the rhythm of my hips. We enjoy this for an hour or more as I arch my back while he twists my nipples and pinches my clit. His attentions to my body make me cum several times, building up to a large simultaneous climax with him.

It was the most sensuous experience of my life and I happily drifted off in his arms, safe, warm and peaceful.

I woke up when I felt Sir's absence from the bed. He was at the computer and I walked over to see what he might want of me to start the day. I didn't mean to look, but as soon as I drew near I saw that he was observing the cruel master who had tried to harm everyone the night before.

My anger surged to the surface. I remembered the fear on the faces of some of the subs who were still bound and the look on the faces of the staff. I thought about how easily things could have been worse for everyone. I ground my teeth and startled even myself when I said, Boy, you can't even tell he was tortured, I hope they hurt him bad, motherfucker."

As startled as I was at my anger, I was more concerned about what Sir would think of it, but he gathered me into his arms and gave me a long, lingering kiss. Taking my hand, he led me into his adjoining playroom. When I saw the rack, a frission of fear tingled my spine, but one look into Sir's warm eyes made me relax. I took his hand as he helped me onto the rack.

I was stretched tightly, more so than the other night and Sir picked up the flogger to once again warm me up for more.